Whispers of living in the dark town up the road
Sends a little shiver through the garrison of old
They know whats out there...waiting in the cold
Sisters go missing and the summer ends in june
Phones fill with worry when the stores are closed by noon
Prayers turn to laughter when your running from the moon
Its the shadows on the snow
That seem to only grow if we answer them
Its the shadows on the snow
That seem to come and go if we image them
Figures have risen from the books they hide at school
Could they be acting while there making all the rules
Why would it matter if there gentle when there cruel
Pictures are twisted in a brand new vile way
From many visions that would lead us to the grey
Most of us listen and just decide to stay
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